The Studying Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #1)

by Sara Ney

“A little friendly advice?” Her pouty lips part and I’m drawn to them as they mutter, “Never judge a girl by her cardigan,” just loud enough for me to hear.

I’d recognize that sneaky sonofabeehive anywhere, even from behind.

Oz holds up his hands, halting my argument. “Rule number five: no shaving your legs.”

“No shaving my legs?” A burst of laughter escapes my lips and I double over at the waist, giggling hysterically. Tears stream down my cheeks. When I finally catch my breath, I sputter, “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. What does shaving have to do with anything?”

He gives me a look that says duh. “Hairy legs are disgusting. No dude wants to bang a chick with more hair than he has. ...

“Does it bother you that everyone can see his balls through that singlet?” Allison asks. “Oh my god, Allison, you can’t just say shit like that!” “What! Why? I’m just saying what you’re thinking. Be honest. I mean…that junk is right. There.” “Right, but I don’t need to hear about it.” Because now all I’m going to be doing is looking at it. “Face it, James: every girl in here is checking out his cock-a-doodle-do.”